Dense fog warning this morning, people walking, driving, bussing it to work in a fog, in the fog, their minds all a fog, all drugged, all buzzed, caffeine, nicotine, codein, whatever. In a fog, their brains, their minds, the road ahead and behind, not seeing, only sensing, only feeling, drowsy, weary, sad, apprehensive, lonely in the fog, with each other on the street car, on the bus, unable to read the novel, the magazine, the back of a book of matches, worrying if the driver can see, worrying if they’ll make it to the grind, make it to the machine, all cogs, wheels, sprockets, springs in the big machine, the big foggy, confused and sad machine.